Tag: rants

As you know, we have an extension looming, requiring the imminent demolition of all our storage space. We also have a house full to bursting with baby stuff, and no babies. It’s time to de-baby the house. Once you have reached a certain age, most of your friends are on …

You may have see this post, in which I briefly mentioned our plans to extend the house. In case you were blissfully unaware, for well over a year now, we’ve been waiting for this damn extension to get started. The plans for said extension went in to the Council in …

Back in July last year, I went to a Hotter Shoes Bloggers’ event in Maidstone. I got to meet some lovely local bloggers and I even got a pair of sandals, which I wore and wore (and my toddler peed on) and am hoping to wear some more when the …

I’ve noticed a recent trend for elaborate gender reveals, and I have a confession: I can’t stand them. I’m not talking about the videos of people telling their kids about their new baby brother or sister; that’s quite cute, even if it involves a pink or blue cake (as long …

How are you feeling? Throughout both of my pregnancies, I was asked this almost every day by somebody; on the train, at work, maybe in the queue at Boots while I was waiting for more Gaviscon. Right after ‘do you know what you’re having?’ (‘yes’ or ‘a baby’ being my …

One hour and 17 minutes. That is how long I have been sitting in my children’s room, waiting for them to fall the f*ck to sleep. Specifically the small one. It is Saturday night, and it’s almost 8.30pm. By now I’ve basically read the whole of the internet and I …

Another week has passed. And what a memorable week it has been. I’m pretty tired, having been out a few times which is most irregular, and I have yet to catch up on the minimal sleep I’m used to. Instead of looking forward to a lie in this weekend, I’ve …

SO THIS IS HOW MY DAY WENT: 6:03: Small one awake. He gets out of bed, opens his bedroom door (he is like a sixteen-month-old Indominous Rex – never underestimate him) and starts banging against ours and squealing and whinging. Time to get up! Or at least for daddy. I …

And so, just like that, Autumn is well and truly upon us and we are careering at speed towards winter. The clocks have gone back, the pumpkins lay mouldering in the compost bin (or they would if I could remember to take them out) and fireworks night is on its way. Predictably, …

So not only do we have to suffer the indignity of the clocks going back this weekend, but it’s also Halloween on Monday. Yup. Hold on to your pants. Back in those relaxing and hedonistic days before children I probably enjoyed Halloween as an excuse to dress up in something …